Mistaken Identities

Draco blinked and shifted in a rumpled bed. Large pieces of the past were missing and what’s more... he knew they were supposed to be missing. What a strange sensation... sort of... itchy. But there were memories, strung together all the more intensely for the missing pieces, of Hermione laughing, of being curled together in the darkness, of the sounds she made when he touched her...just so. He shuddered and tried to redirect his thoughts. Had he and Granger actually shagged in an alleyway in... where had they been?

More memories came, in bits and pieces, of a pale man with a pinch face drilling them on a set of three spells over and over. A distinct feeling of annoyance came with the face of this man…whose name he couldn’t remember. Argh! The spells though... they were useful. Abeo, flick-flick-swish, a complicated potion, and an anchor, but it could make an entire city block vanish if applied properly. It was a non-mobile spell that had limited uses but powerful. Declinas Erasum, swoop-dip-circle, could render a person or an object invisible to the naked eye and to magic. That was a break-through. And finally, Adflicto Morsus, circle-stab-jagged wiggle, to create a long-lasting shield which sent every spell aimed at the caster back at the sender. Nasty bit of work, that one.

Hermione made a sleepy sound and Draco looked down and his hand moved of its own volition to smooth down the wild tangle of hair on top her head. This couldn’t be happening. He was snuggling with Granger! Hermione. An uncomfortable warm feeling spread through his chest. Merlin’s Balls he... he had feelings for her. Warm, fuzzy, totally inappropriate feelings. He had two contradicting feelings surge up- the desire to run and the desire to burrow closer- and so he just stayed where he was and twitched. He looked down as Hermione rolled over onto her side and opened one sleepy eye. The blood curdling shriek that followed their eyes meeting had him up and out of bed faster than a house-elf running to its master’s call.

“Don’t fucking do that!” He hissed at her.

“Me?” Hermione had remained in the bed with one armed clamped protectively over the sheet that draped her body. *Was Granger naked under that sheet?* A memory that consisted mainly of moans and gasps answer his thought. He grinned involuntarily.

Hermione scowled at him and then blinked. She blinked several more times, face blank, and Draco could only assume she was getting her version of the memories. She opened her mouth. Then she shut it. She blinked a couple more times. Finally she opened her mouth and managed to force something out.

“I’ll be damned.”

“Probably. But you’ll have good company.” Draco pulled his mouth to one side sourly and at that she laughed. Of course she would laugh. “So what do we do now, Granger?” Draco realized his mistake as soon as the word came out of his mouth. Hermione’s face shut down and she shrugged one shoulder indifferently.

“I know what I’m going to do. I don’t know about you.” Hermione sat up and pulled the sheet around her firmly.

*Shit. Bloody, sensitive women. First she’s screaming and now she’s pouting. Though she does look good when she pouts.*

He inched his way around the bed and then sat down lightly next to her. Part of him was expecting her to hex him or run away. It was a relief when all she did was glare at him.

“So, Hermione...” He felt his throat tighten and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. “You have the same memories I do, right?” He stared forward and did not look at the way the early morning sun dappled her creamy skin or the way that it made the sheet almost translucent. No, not at all. She answered after a pause that felt long though it was probably only seconds.

“Yes.”

“Then, I would like to rephrase the question. What do we do now, Hermione?” He asked, carefully keeping his tone neutral.

“You didn’t really rephrase the question.” She said, tucking her legs up underneath her as she spoke.

“Yes, I did.” He turned and met her eyes, trying to convey something he himself did not understand. He was rewarded with a grin that simultaneously filled him with a childlike joy and did electric things to his groin. *I wonder what she would do if I kissed her.* No sooner had he thought it then he leaned forward and placed his lips gently on hers.

She trailed her fingertips gently down his face as she returned the kiss and Draco shuddered at the tingling reaction his skin had to her touch.

“Now we go to Dumbledore and show him what we learned.” She breathed against his lips when their kiss broke.

“Sounds like fun.” Draco struggled to keep his voice even as he lifted one hand and trailed it over the soft skin of her shoulder.

“How did this happen, Draco?” She said quietly as she shuddered under his touch.

“I have no idea.” He shifted his weight and moved closer to her. *I hope those memories are accurate.* He licked his lips and moved closer to her neck.

“Are you... does it...” Her words trailed off as her breath caught.

“Shh... can’t you see I’m trying to seduce you?” Draco whispered back.

“You are? Well try something different.” She said softly though her voice cracked halfway through with suppressed laughter.

“As my lady commands.” He paused momentarily, trying to decide his course of action. *Might as well go for the gold.*

He shifted his weight and then POUNCED, rolling Hermione onto her back and pinning her tightly under his body. She shrieked and flailed her arms though surprise gave him an advantage.

“What are you doing?” She breathed, sounding excited with an edge of fear. He proceeded to lick and nibble her neck and ear until her body relaxed softly under his body. Capturing her mouth he tugged at the sheet until at long last he felt the line of her body hot and silky against him.

*Let’s test a memory.*

He reared back his head and met her eyes as he sucked two fingers into his mouth. She quivered underneath him. Draco leaned to one side and pressed two fingers against her clit, pulsing them gently. Hermione moaned low in her throat and she squirmed frantically.

*Well, well, well.* He kept his hand moving and moved his lips down her neck. She turned her head to give him better access and he sucked sharply at the base of her throat. He moved his fingers lower and dipped his fingertips into her wetness.

“Do you like my second attempt better?” He whispered into her ear.

She growled at him and bucked her hips against his hand. Then she dropped her hand to his erection and it was his turn to growl. She ran her fingers lightly over the ridged tip and he tried not to squirm in anticipation. To distract himself he ran his hands up the soft skin of her belly and over her erect nipples.

She gasped softly and arched her back into his touch. Wriggling upwards, she placed his cock at her wet entrance and Draco felt a vein in his forehead start to throb in time with his aching cock. Never in his life had he wanted someone so badly. He angled his head to kiss her but she pulled back. Frowning he met her eyes.

“Look at me.”

He swallowed and nodded, sudden nerves fluttering in his stomach. She slid him slowly inside her and Draco broke out in a sweat trying to restrain his urge to plunge deep inside her. She kept up a slow, steady pace and Draco felt as if her dark eyes were swallowing him. Pleasure flooded his body is waves of heat but his chest felt tight with something he couldn’t quite name.

Her face took on a light sheen of sweat and she bit her lip as she moved but here eyes never left his. Time stretched out as his world narrowed to Hermione’s heat embracing him, Hermione’s eyes.

*I love you. I love you.*

The words rattled around in his head but his tongue froze. She shuddered as her orgasm swept through her. Her pulsing sex pushed him over the edge and his whole body tensed with a pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Hermione pulled him free of her and turned onto her side, nestling herself into his body. Draco was grateful for the silence. Never in a million years would he have thought he would end up spooning with Hermione Granger. Not just spooning... in love with! Merlin’s robe but he was in a lot of trouble. And now he was going to go to Bumbledore and give him the spells that might make all the difference and help free the world of Voldemort. Thank Merlin.

“So, now we go meet with Dumbledore?” He asked her neck softly.

She nodded.

A/N Sorry about the delay between chapters...I hope people liked this chapter!